Childbirth tears upon her muscle
Very first second a screaming icon
Babies in time barely even recognise

Words that once stroked now bruising tired lips

My idea of love comes from

A childhood glimpse of !@$^ography
Though there is no true love
Just a finely tuned jealousy


Life becoming a landslide
Ice freezing nature dead

Life becoming a landslide
I don't wanna be a man


Everyday more numb to agony
This the howl this the sigh of the lonely
One day I realise oil on canvas

Can never paint a petal so so delicate

My idea of love comes from

A childhood glimpse of !@$^ography
Though there is no true love
Just a finely tuned jealousy


Life becoming a landslide
Ice freezing nature dead

Life becoming a landslide
I don't wanna be a man
Life becoming a landslide

Ice freezing nature dead
Life becoming a landslide
I don't wanna be a...


My idea of love comes from
A childhood glimpse of !@$^ography

Though there is no true love
Just a finely tuned jealousy


Life becoming a landslide
A mile empty inside
Life becoming a landslide

Desire on its knees
Life becoming a landslide
A mile empty inside

Life becoming a landslide
Desire on its knees